She has the night
To get her thrills
Her sole delight
She'll pop a pill
He's the night
A pagan right
She'll blow a line
Don't need a rhyme
She's a backseat lover

Rocking for the nation, she's a backstage prop,
Keep on rolling thunder and Lightning for the nation,
Keep on rocking thunder and lightning all over.

Hungry for love
She'll get her way
Hunting for more
But she won't stay
Town after town
Where she belongs
Backstage prop
She's having fun.